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straight-talking, forward-thinking, lover of many things master of one: myself.

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

don't shit on your own doorstep

Him: 'So you don't often have guys round at your flat, then?'
Me: 'Very rarely.'
Him: 'You don't have to try and sound like an angel, you know.'
Me: 'I'm not. I just don't normally shit on my own doorstep, that's all. I go elsewhere.'